Alaska, my beautiful, my darling, my home. I miss it so much already, and I just got back "home". Alaska feels like home though; it's where I belong. Arizona in the winter, Alaska in the summer. My beautiful homes. The mountains just speak to you there, and once they start, you just have to call back. You have to go. I have to go. I just have to go home. It's life changing, I tell you. Being engulfed in the land, the botany, the life, the air. My god, the air! The cleanest breaths I've taken were in Alaska. My Alaska, why'd I have to go from my home? I don't have a heart or mind of my own; it belongs to Alaska now. I can just unplug there. I